Chapter 144 Last Words

"Creak..."

The old Daoist pushed open the slightly ajar dormitory door, poking his head inside.

"Boss?"

The room was empty. This was Wang Baogang's dorm. The old Daoist had asked at the dorm manager's office and was told Zhou Ze was here with the flattop, but where was he?

Where was the man?

The old Daoist scratched his head. The boss wouldn't just leave without a word, would he? Maybe he went upstairs?

The old Daoist started up the stairs. This dorm building was packed. Six floors, with thirty or forty dorm rooms on each floor, eight students crammed into each room... how many people were there?

But at night, the damp, gloomy atmosphere and the near-silent hallways gave you the creeps. It was a bizarre contrast.

You were surrounded by people, yet you still felt afraid.

And tonight, that feeling was even stronger.

The old Daoist had just reached the next floor when he saw a student standing in front of him. The student was wearing a yellow sweater, holding something that looked like a drawing board, staring at him without moving.

"What are you looking at? Go back to sleep!"

The old Daoist scolded, channeling his inner dorm supervisor.

The student nodded, turned, and walked into the wall at the end of the stairwell.

"Uh..."

The old Daoist smacked his lips.

Damn it,

Was this a school or a haunted house?

Was this a dorm supervisor's job, or some kind of ghost-hunting game?

His hand reached into his pants and pulled out a yellow talisman. He sniffed it; the scent of the ancestral talisman gave him a great sense of security.

Then, the old Daoist didn't rush around. Instead, he took out his phone, ready to call the boss.

Boss, I found the ghost you've been looking for!

But when he dialed, there was no signal.

Damn, this is bad.

The old Daoist slowly backed away, then prepared to shout. He didn't care if he woke up the precious students or lost face. Without Zhou Ze around, he felt very insecure.

But just as the old Daoist opened his mouth, he felt like something was stuck in his throat. He couldn't shout, and he almost choked.

Now beads of sweat popped out on the old Daoist's forehead. He knew the ghost had targeted him.

Crap,

What's the big deal about bullying a Bronze-level? Why don't you go find the dead!

The old Daoist mentally cursed the ghost's ancestors to the eighteenth generation, then turned and prepared to go downstairs without hesitation.

Can't afford to offend him, can't afford to offend him,

I can hide!

But as soon as the old Daoist started down the stairs, he saw the steps twisting beneath his feet, uneven and distorted. The old Daoist slipped and fell. Luckily, he was nimble, or any other old person would be preparing their funeral after a fall like that.

Still, the old Daoist fell hard and bruised his face.

As he struggled to get up, he saw the boy in the yellow sweater holding his drawing board, still standing in front of him.

He was looking at him,

And,

He seemed to be drawing something on the board with his pen.

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered. The old Daoist raised his talisman and charged forward, ready to fight to the death!

But before, he couldn't get down the stairs; now, he couldn't get up them. The old Daoist ran up the stairs, but he couldn't get closer than six feet to the boy.

The old Daoist simply took off, leaping into the air and throwing the talisman in his hand.

The boy looked up,

His eyes empty. He raised his hand, and the pen in his hand stabbed forward, turning into a thick stroke of ink that instantly blackened the bright yellow talisman.

Seeing this, the old Daoist despaired. His ancestral talisman had been so easily neutralized by this ghost.

It's over,

It's over!

The old Daoist fell heavily onto the stairs, sliding down with a "thump, thump."

The boy slowly walked down,

The old Daoist struggled to look up, watching him approach.

Just then, the most beautiful, most wonderful sound in the world reached his ears, bringing tears to his eyes.

"Oh, you're here."

Zhou Zes voice.

The old Daoist's heart, once filled with despair, suddenly overflowed with hope!

The boy turned, saw Zhou Ze behind him, and frowned slightly, as if helpless, or as if he had a headache.

Then, the boy started walking towards the wall, intending to hide again. He seemed uninterested in fighting Zhou Ze, and he knew how much trouble this man, who was entering the dorm for the first time today, would be.

But how could Zhou Ze let him leave so easily? His fingernails dug into the wall, and Zhou Ze leaned back, pulled back hard with both arms!

"Bang!"

The boy was pulled out and landed on the stairs, the drawing board and pen falling to the ground.

"Buzz!"

The boy's empty eyes revealed a dark red glow. He was angry, he was furious. Before this, he felt that he had given Zhou Ze a lot of face, but Zhou Ze was being too shameless.

"Hiss..."

To Zhou Ze's surprise, he heard the sound of paper tearing. Then, Zhou Ze saw the sleeve of his arm rip open, followed by his flesh splitting open and blood flowing.

Zhou Ze retreated, and after a distance, the damage disappeared, even Zhou Ze's previously injured arm was as good as new.

What was going on?

While Zhou Ze was tangled with the ghost, the old Daoist struggled to get up and run away, but the boy seemed to be staring only at him, instantly appearing in front of him.

"%...￥￥##@@...!"

Bullying an honest man!

The old Daoist cursed inwardly.

"Pfft..."

A pen,

Stabbed directly into the old Daoist's chest. The old Daoist looked down in shock. He saw the wound on his chest expanding, and the bright red blood began to spread, dyeing his entire Daoist robe red with astonishing speed!

"Thump..."

The old Daoist knelt on the ground, hands covering the wound, watching the blood gushing out.

He felt unreal, very unreal. He knew there were risks in catching ghosts with the boss, but he never thought he would die here!

He,

Was just going to die like this?

Die in this dorm building?

Zhou Ze had already rushed over. The boy glanced at Zhou Ze, as if he had no intention of continuing to attack, or as if he had some scruples, and then disappeared into the nearby wall.

As Zhou Ze was about to continue the pursuit in the same way to pull the boy out again,

He found that the hem of his trousers was grabbed by a pair of hands,

He looked down,

And saw,

It was the old Daoist.

The old Daoist's blood-soaked hands held Zhou Ze's trouser leg,

Wiping his nose and tears on it,

Zhou Ze took a deep breath,

Resisting the urge to slap the old guy to death first!

For a person with cleanliness issues, the old Daoist's behavior now,

Was like carrying a manure basket and running around the street,

Looking for death.

"Boss, I can't, I can't, don't chase, let me say my last words before chasing, I'm afraid I won't have a chance."

The old Daoist didn't care whether Zhou Ze was catching ghosts at this time. He knew he couldn't last long. He was afraid that Zhou Ze would come back after catching the ghost, and he would already be cold. If he didn't even have time to say his last words and arrange his funeral, it would be too much of a loss.

"Boss, there's a small box under the bed in my bookstore room, there's also a box of ancestral paper talismans, and three bank cards in the interlayer, the password is the last six digits of my phone number, not much money, only about a million..."

"..." Zhou Ze.

The old Daoist's body suddenly trembled. He sensed a murderous aura, seemingly from his boss.

The old Daoist's heart warmed.

Ah,

Don't look at the boss's usual ruthless appearance, seemingly not caring about anything, when he sees his good buddy, good brother, good friend, good partner, soulmate about to leave,

He's also angry,

He probably can't wait to kill that ghost to avenge him.

Ah,

A long road tests a horse's strength, and time reveals a person's heart.

The old Daoist sighed inwardly,

He didn't know that when Zhou Ze heard the old Daoist say "not much money, only about a million,"

He had the idea of whether or not he should take advantage of the situation and kill the old Daoist to seize the property.

If the old Daoist knew the truth, he would probably spit out a mouthful of old blood and die.

"Burn the talismans in front of my grave, you can keep two for yourself.

Boss, after I die, donate the money to children in the mountains, you can also keep two for yourself, but don't keep too many.

Also, after I die, please inform Mr. Liang in Shanghai and let him come to my memorial service, after all, it's also a kind of fate.

Of course,

Boss, if you and Mr. Liang really can't bear to part with me, you can break into hell together and rescue my soul, I won't mind!

Even if I can't be reincarnated, I'm willing to make sacrifices and return to the mortal world to continue to accompany you!

Through thick and thin, I will wait for you!"

Zhou Ze really couldn't listen anymore,

Break into hell?

And for you?

"Boss, I can't bear to leave you, although your temper is really bad, and you're very selfish, and trash, can't make any money, I've always been too embarrassed to ask you for wages."

"..." Zhou Ze.

"Although you're horny, always seriously asking Yingying to serve you to take a bath, and I heard Xu Meiren say that you have problems in that area..."

"..." Zhou Ze.

Why aren't you dead yet?

Should I give you a push?

Just die already,

Otherwise, I really can't help but want to kill you.

The old Daoist was sobbing and sniffling, and continued: "But actually you're not a bad person, although you have many faults, you still have advantages, for example... uh... for example..."

The old Daoist reached out and scratched his head,

It's so hard,

For example, what?

Just then, the old Daoist lost his balance and fell down, rolling out of the place where he was kneeling. In an instant, the old Daoist found that the wounds on his body had all disappeared, and he had become clean!

He didn't have to die?

"Boss, I'm okay, I don't have to die!"

The old Daoist was so excited that he forgot himself,

Then he saw Zhou Ze stretching out his nails towards him,

"What did you just say, I didn't hear clearly, say it again."